Soft : A Poem

Cloudy skies
may churn their rage
on the water, but I choose
to remember, the sands
still stay soft under my
seeking toes.

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My own, I own : A Poem

My own beauty
I own
to showcase,
your ugly.

My own sheild
I weild,
to slaughter
your savagery.

My own charm
I unleash
to destroy
your toxicity.

My own fire
I rage
to annihilate
your animosity.

My own power
I possess
to pulverize
your entity.

***

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Angel or Devil : A Poem.

Syrup on your waffle
when u treat me nice
Angel during scuffle
but Devil to your vice!

Chilli in your belly
when you scar my soul
Beware who you unleash,
the woman or the ghoul!

Profuse are my layers
when I really care,
an answer to your prayers
or your worst nightmare!

***

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Artist:Shararch

Lady Viking : A Poem

Behold me,
a Lady Viking
In petite swagger
my limbs I spring

Strife I see
shoulders I swing
my tongue, a dagger
& melodies I sing

A potent bee
without a wing
My darts in anger
carry a sharp sting.

I set myself free
not a single string
I grow stronger
as a queen to my king.

***

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Liquid Sunshine - A Poem

Liquid sunshine

is an embrace 

of solace,

takes my solitide

from barren stone 

of my soul

into gentle

wings of desire.

In sweet surrender 

I imbibe within me, 

brand new dreams

alighting to fill

background of 

voidable spaces,

where something

is broken & charred

in deep crevices

of my heart.

***

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Symbiosis - A Poem

Some people are like trees. They
stand strong against gusts of
criticism, storms of hatred
& tempests of malice.

Some others are like creepers.
They need to cling to trees
to survive & shine in the
reflected glory of the
trees that support
& sustain them.

If you are the tree,
refrain from negativity
offer positive energy
to the ones who need
the light you feed
to their soul, from thee.

If you are the creeper
don't be a mere seeker,
refrain from absorption
of venomous potions
that leave your soul darker.
Filter, before you go deeper.

Sometimes, a creeper
most times, a tree.

Sometimes a seeker
of what sets me free;
Many times, a reaper
of power within me.

Weaker or stronger
I let myself be.

Like me, is none other
I'm unique, I am Me.

~ Life stories.

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Set Yourself Free - A Shape Poem.

Let go of the human lessons.
Let go of the humans
Let go of the
Let go of...
Let go!
Let g
Let
Le
.
.
L
.
.
Lo!
Love...
Love the
Love the feel
Love the feeling
Love the feeling of free
Love the feeling of freedom!

~
Life stories.

I have tried to recreate the time frame that the process of letting go, takes in our lives.

Why is it so hard for some of us to let people go? We know that they hurt us, maligned us, destroyed our peace of mind and deserve no more place in our life or mind.

While it is relatively easy to remove them from life sometimes (especially on Social Media, all one has to do is to Block them), removing them from the mind is a different matter altogether.

Some of us who are more sensitive than the others, find it harder to be rid of their memories, especially the ghastly ones. How does one stop replying the hurt over and over like a horror movie on the screen of the mind?

Time. Time is the greatest healer. Give yourself time. Allow yourself to grieve.

But not too much! They are not worthy of too much grief, if they have been malicious in hurting you.

Keep yourself busy. Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute.

The scenes do replay in the head, keep pushing them away and force the smile on the face.

After sometime, it becomes habitual and a part of your routine. And then one day, when you smile, you realize that you are finally free. The memories do not hurt any more!

And you'll love the feeling of being free, even more.

Irrespective of the period of Corona,

let's remember,

We all have just one life,
let's live it fully.

The world is more beautiful,
when we are free.

The air seems more fresh,
when we set ourselves free.

***

Embrace of Solace - A Poem

I crave
an embrace
of solace
as gentle wings
of desire
take my solitude
to singe my veins.

I stand
& breathe sadness
as love succumbs
to the test of time.

I whisper
your name
in memory of
yesterday's tears.

I hope
a subtle stir
arises for me
in the barren stone
of your heart.

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Barbs - A Quote

The more the achievements
in life, the more the insults
faced, frustrations borne,
failures endured.
The actual success was
about how they handled the
barbs of the world, in failures.

Faint stirrings - A Poem

In melancholy light
I await your return
No escape or respite
from the silvery burn

Faint stirrings take flight
a tender touch l yearn
Scarlet peeves alight
with memories to unlearn

Mocking moon, sky auburn
in a brewing blight
Raging zephyrs twist & turn
with no solace in sight

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